My Wedding Dress Vanished Just Hours Before the Ceremony – What Happened Next Still Haunts Me
“That’s the one,” she whispered. “You look beautiful, sweetheart.”
The night before the wedding, our house buzzed with activity.
My parents were coordinating last-minute tasks, my brother Jake and his girlfriend were arranging flowers, and yes, Mark was there too—ignoring the tradition about seeing the bride.
And then there was my twin, Stacey.
We’re fraternal, and honestly, we couldn’t look more different. Her dark features and angular face stood in contrast to my blonde softness.
She never let me forget she was older by ten minutes, often joking, “I should be the one getting married first.”
But that evening, she seemed supportive. She even helped me hang the dress carefully in the living room.
“You’re going to look amazing tomorrow,” she said, smoothing the fabric. “Mark’s lucky to have you.”
“Thanks, Stace,” I said, hugging her. “I love you.”
“Love you too, little sister.”
That night, I went to sleep smiling, the dress safely in view, my family around me, and everything ready.
The next morning, I woke up early from excitement. I tiptoed downstairs to sneak another peek at my gown.
But it was gone.
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